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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.