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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Index,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.