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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.