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 Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.