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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.