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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.