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 Armenia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oblivians to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
UT,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.