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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.