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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.