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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.