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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.