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 China and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.