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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.