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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.