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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.