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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.