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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.