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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.