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 Bhutan 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Crime,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Japan,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.