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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Evens to the disco 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.