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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Robert Hood to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Kayak,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.