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 Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.