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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.