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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.