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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
EPMD,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.