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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos 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?
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.