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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Excepter to the electroclash 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.