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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.