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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.