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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.