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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.