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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.