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 France and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.