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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.