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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Doors to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.