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 Spain 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.