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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.