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 Lithuania 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Mars,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.