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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.