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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Visage,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.