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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.