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 Serbia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.