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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.