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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Angels of Light to the funk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.