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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.