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 Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
The Move,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.