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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.