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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.