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 Nauru 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.