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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.