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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.