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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.