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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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.