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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.