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 Belgium 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the punk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.