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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.