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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Television,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
June Days,
MC5,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.