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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners 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?
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.