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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.