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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.