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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Icehouse to the electroclash 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.