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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 The Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.