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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.