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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.