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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.