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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.