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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 mellotron 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 Q65 to the rock 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Harmonia,
the Association,
New Order,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.