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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
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.