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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.