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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
10cc,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.