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 Russia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
The Names,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.