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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.