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 Bahamas 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Nico,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.