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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.