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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.