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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.