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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Oblivians to the electroclash 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.