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 Tanzania 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.