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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.