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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.