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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.