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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.