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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.