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 Poland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Television,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.