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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.