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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.