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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slackers 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.