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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
The Move,
Nico,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.