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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.