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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.