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 Philippines and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.