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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.