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 Denmark and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.