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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Scion to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.