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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Crime,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.