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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erykah Badu to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.