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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
UT,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.