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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Ultravox to the rap 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.