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 Ireland 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Franke,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.