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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
MDC,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.