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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 808 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 Shoche to the jazz 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Make Up,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.