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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Little Man to the electroclash 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Television,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
UT,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.