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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.