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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.