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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Motorama,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.