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 Swaziland 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.