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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.