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 Dominica 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.