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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.