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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 the Human League to the rock 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.