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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.