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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.