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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
UT,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.