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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.