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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Modern Lovers to the grime 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.