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 Romania 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.