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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.