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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.