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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.