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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
JFA,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.