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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.