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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick 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?
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.