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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.