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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.