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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.