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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 oboe 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
the Association,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.