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 Andorra 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
the Human League,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.