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 Namibia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 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 Joyce Sims to the rap 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Magma,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.