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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.