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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Max Romeo to the grunge 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.