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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.