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 Haiti and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.