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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.