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 Russia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.