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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.