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 Belize 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.