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 Thailand and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.