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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Television,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.