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 Vietnam 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.