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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.