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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.