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 Zimbabwe 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.