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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.