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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.