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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.