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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.