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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Erasure,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.