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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dead C to the grime 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.