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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.