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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
PIL,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.