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 Thailand 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.