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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
X-101,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.