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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.