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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.