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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.