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 Angola 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.