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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Monks,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.