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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
June Days,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.