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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.