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 Israel 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
MDC,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.