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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.