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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.