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 Guinea and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
the Human League,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.