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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.