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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Television,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.