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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
The Saints,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.