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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.