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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Tremeloes to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.