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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.