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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.