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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.