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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.