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 Guinea 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.