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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.