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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.