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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.