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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.