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 Sri Lanka 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
June Days,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.