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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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?
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.