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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 sitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.