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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Last Poets to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.