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 Finland and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.