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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.