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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 The Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.