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 India and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
MDC,
Nico,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.