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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Can,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.