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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.