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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.