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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.