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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the dance 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.