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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.