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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Wings,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.