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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.