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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
The Sound,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.