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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 rhodes 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 The United States of America to the rock 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.