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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.