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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.