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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.