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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.