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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.