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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.