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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 organ 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.