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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.