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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Deakin,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.