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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.