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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Nico,
Chrome,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.