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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.