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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Scion,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.