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 Japan 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.