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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.