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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
The Move,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.