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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 The Pop Group 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.