Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.