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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.