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 Ghana 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.