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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.