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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Can,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Brick,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.