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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.