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 Lyon.
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 Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.