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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.