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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Index,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.