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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 ABBA 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.