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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.