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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.