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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
MC5,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.