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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Index,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Hoover,
Crime,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.