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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Tremeloes to the dance 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Magma,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.