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 Dominica and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.