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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.