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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.