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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 The Dead C to the crunk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Wings,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.