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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
the Slits,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.