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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
10cc,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.