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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.