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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.