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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.