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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.