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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.