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 Kazakhstan 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.