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 Brunei 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.