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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.