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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.