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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
ABC,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
The Standells,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.