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 Lesotho 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.