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 Norway 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.