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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The Litter to the disco 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.