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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.