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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Model 500,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.