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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.