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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 linndrum 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.