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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Severed Heads to the rap 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.