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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.