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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.