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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.