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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 New Order to the dance 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.