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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.