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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.