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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Scrapy 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.