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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.