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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 the Germs to the techno 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
MC5,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.