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 Ghana and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
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Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.