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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.