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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.