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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.