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 Russia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
The Fall,
the Human League,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
Aswad,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.