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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.