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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.