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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.