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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.