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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 the Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.