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 Peru and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.