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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.