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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Surgeon to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.