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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.