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 Estonia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.