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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Inner City,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.