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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.