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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fall to the rap 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.