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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.