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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.