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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Scion,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.