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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.