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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Make Up to the rap 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.