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 Croatia and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Japan,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.