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 Gambia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.