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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.