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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and 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.