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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 DNA to the punk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.