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 Korea North 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Franke,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.