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 Yemen and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.