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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.