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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.