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 Fiji 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.