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 Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Fear,
Swans,
Nico,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.