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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.