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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.