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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.