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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
the Association,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.