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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.