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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 guitar 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 Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
The Names,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.