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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.