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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Neon Judgement 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.