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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.