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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Robert Görl to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
UT,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.