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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Scan 7,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Flipper,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.