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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.