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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.