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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.