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 Armenia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Doors,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.