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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
MDC,
Brick,
Wings,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.