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 Laos and from Halifax.
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 Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.