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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.