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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 The Kinks to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Nas,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.