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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s 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 Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Hashim,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.