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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.