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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
New Order,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.