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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.