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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 güiro 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.