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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the funk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.