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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.