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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.