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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.