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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Al Stewart to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.