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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.