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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.