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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Mars to the grime 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.