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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
cv313,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
The Fall,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.