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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.