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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.