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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Zeros to the disco 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.