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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Television,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.