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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.