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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.