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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Brick,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
X-102,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.