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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.