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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
CMW,
Magma,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.