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 United States and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.