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 Algeria 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.