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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.