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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the jazz 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.