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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Monks,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.