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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Cramps,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.