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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.