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 Switzerland 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Fear,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Can,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.