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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
June Days,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.