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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.