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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.