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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.