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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.