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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.