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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.