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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.