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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the crunk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
The Sound,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.