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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.