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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
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.