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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Associates to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.