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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.