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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.