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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.