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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.