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 Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Fear,
The Human League,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.