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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Roxette,
Wings,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.