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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.