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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.