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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.