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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.