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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Offenders 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.