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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.