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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.