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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.