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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.