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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.