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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.