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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe 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?
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.