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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.