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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.