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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Can,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.