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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
The Saints,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.