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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
June Days,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.