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 Malta and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.