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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 MDC to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Faust,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.