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 Gabon 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 snare 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.