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 South Sudan and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.