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 Belize and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
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.