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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.