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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.