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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.