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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.