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 Kuwait 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.