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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.