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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Can,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.