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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
World's Most,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.