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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.