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 Tuvalu 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.