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 Hungary 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the grime 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.