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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass 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?
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.