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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.