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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Index,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.