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 Armenia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.