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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 La Düsseldorf 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Nas,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.