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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.