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 Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Index,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Wings,
Ronan,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.