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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Motorama,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
JFA,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.