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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.