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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Swans,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.