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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Gong,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.