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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.