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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.