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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.