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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.