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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Wings,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.