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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.