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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.