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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 John Cale to the dance 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.