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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Visage,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.