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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.