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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.