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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.