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 Armenia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
10cc,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.