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 Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.