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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Negative Approach to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.