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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.