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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Minutemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
June of 44,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.