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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.