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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.