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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.