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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.