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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the punk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
The Names,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.