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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Standells to the rap 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Skarface,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Alphaville,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.