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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Visage,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.