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 New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the disco 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.