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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Television,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.