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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.