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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.