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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.