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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.