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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.