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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.