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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.