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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.