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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Pere Ubu to the rap 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.