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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Wire,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Roxette,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.