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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.