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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doors to the crunk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.