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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.