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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.