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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.