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 London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.