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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.