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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.