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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.