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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.