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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.