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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.