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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 John Cale to the disco 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
CMW,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.