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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Chrome,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.