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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 snare 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 The Toasters to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.