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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.