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 Sri Lanka 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.