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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.