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 Iran and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The J.B.'s 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.