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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.