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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.