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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Franke,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.