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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party 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?
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.