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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.