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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Crime,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.