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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Normal to the disco 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.