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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.