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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.