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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.