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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Slave to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.