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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.