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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gories to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.