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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.