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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.