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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 Donald Fagen 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.