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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.