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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.