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 Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.