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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.