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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.