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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.