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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
MDC,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.