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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.