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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
The Slackers,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.