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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Gong,
Neu!,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.