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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.