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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.