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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Technova,
Clear Light,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.