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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
The Gories,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.