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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
the Association,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.