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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Pole,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.