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 Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.