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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.