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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Smog,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.