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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Aswad,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.