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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Selecter to the techno 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.