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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.