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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.