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 Mauritius 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.