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 Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.