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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.