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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.