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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.