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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.