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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains 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?
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Wings,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.