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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Make Up,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.