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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.