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 Malta and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.