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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Scientists to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.