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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.